Category: THE KOOK DIARIES

THAT Downwind

A kitesurfer at Fishhoek had a four and a half meter kite up on the day of my first Miller’s Run. If you speak Kite (which I do, because I am the GOAT Kite Widow) it means that either the kitesurfer is the size of Tinkerbell or the wind is stronger than you can imagine. Anyway, the husband ID’d the…

Six Degrees of Kai Lenny

Did you know that when someone writes ‘an SUP’  it means  they say  Ess Yew Pea? Uh huh. Indefinite article vibes. Surfers of the lie-down-arm-paddle variety say Ess Yew Pea all the time.  And why is that a problem, you may ask? Well for starters I’ve noticed that sometimes it’s a teeny weeny clue that the person may have a bit of disdain…

SUP-Mageddon (The Kook Diaries part II)

Stoked that Zigzag published another of my dubious surf stories, SUP-Mageddon, in their online edition. SUP-MAGEDDON (The Kook Diaries – Part II) – by: Melissa Volker Wahine Wednesday. Sounds interesting right?   That’s what I thought. But, really, I should have known better. After all, there’s that other Wednesday in surfing. You know. The one with Airwolf and no wahines…

The Thinking Girl’s Guide to Life with a Surfer (The Kook Diaries Part 1)

It’s an unforgettable day. The morning haze lifts as the sun starts its daily ascent, scattering sequins across the ocean. A creature of splendid proportions emerges from the sea, clad in neoprene, and high on stoke. But he’s not the only one on cloud nine. It’s a sparkling day because you realize That Surfer is into You. Not because you…